October 24th, 2011

YUCK stinks!

Writer's Block: Happily ever after

My favourite childhood fairytale as I can remember it was probably: Sagan om älgtjuren Skutt och lilla prinsessan Tuvstarr (translated: The tale of the elk Jump and the little princess Tuvstarr (Tuvstarr is a flower but I don't know the translation)) by Helge Kjellin.

It's a pretty sad Swedish story about a small princess called Tuvstarr that with the help of an elk goes "to explore the world". They travel in the forest and meets both fairys and the lady of the forest. The elk tries to protect her from all thats dark and dangerous in the world but one day while looking in to a small forest lake she drops her golden heart (a necklace) into the lake. The elk had warned her about losing it and begs her to come with him but Tuvstarr just wants to stay there as the forest finally has caught her with it's magic. She stays by the lake until finally she becomes a flower (hence the name Tuvstarr).

As I said it's not really a very happy story and it does not exactly end "happily ever after" but I remember that I would always beg my father to read this to me. I also remember admiring the illustrations by John bauer (see the pictures below) that captures the heart of swedish storytelling so well. To me John Bauer is probably one of the greates swedish painters and I deeply admire his work!


   I do not own any of the pictures. They belong to John Bauer!
Within a fairytale

Writer's Block: Happily ever after

What is your favorite childhood fairytale?


"The strongest girl in the world."



and

"Lady Perfection"



Both of these heroines are strong, independent, unusual, kind-hearted, help others and they are very lonely in fact.
But at the same time ...their stories are very interesting and not so banal as Cinderella's or Little Mermaid's.
  • foxlena

Вопрос дня: Брак

Что такое счастливый брак?
счастливый брак - это, когда живешь душа в душу, понимаешь человека с полуслова, как будто живешь с ним вечность - он родной, не можешь долго без него - скучаешь, детей от него готова выносить и растить....

Writer's Block: Happily ever after

What is your favorite childhood fairytale?
I wasn't much into fairytales as a kid. Still haven't read that many off them. Though, a few that stuck with me were Hansel and Gretel, The Pied Piper and Rumpelstiltskin. I was also keen on gnomes and their shoe fetish. My favorite Disney princess version is probably Beauty and the Beast.
  • el_eca

Вопрос дня: Брак

Что такое счастливый брак?
Это понимание, доверие, надежность партнера. Когда понимание возникает без слов, довольно взгляда. Это взаимное уважение, любовь и радость близости. Это верность, не потому что так надо, а потому что другого не нужно.
мыслю

Вопрос дня: Брак

не знаю, уместно ли говорить  - счастливый?
счастлив человек, а брак может быть  - хорошим, удачным

и все таки когда этот брак имеет смысл, людям лучше вместе, чем врозь
 и они смотрят в одну сторону

и кода люди делают друг друга счастливее :):)
Что такое счастливый брак?

Вопрос дня: Брак

Что такое счастливый брак?
Что за слово такое- брак? Не красиво звучит, а в наше время так вообще перестало, по-моему означать всю важность и романтичность этого действа, сразу перед глазами тётя с большой и высокой причёской на голове которая работает в загсе . Такое объёмное понятие означающее прежде всего Любовь и преданность друг к  другу , заключили в такое неприятное слово, надо придумать другое слово , союз тоже не подходит  ...
цоколуха

Вопрос дня: Far and away

Describe your dream vacation.
Уже голову сломала, куда ехать. Сегодня хочу в Перу, завтра в круиз по Карибам (Куба, Ямайка, всяческие там Доминиканы с Коста-Риками), знакомая бразильянка зовет в Рио-Де-Жанейро, одна толпа друзей собирается на Гавайи, вторая во Вьетнам, третья на Канары... Просто трындец какой-то. Со мной нельзя говорить про путешествия, я все время куда-то хочу, даже если только что приехала, уже снова хочу, хочу...

Writer's Block: Happily ever after

What is your favorite childhood fairytale?
The first book that my mother gave me was a translation from Czech of gathered fairytales and my favourite one was called "East of the Sun, West of the Moon" that was the frame of all the rest of the stories. The one were the girl gets taken away by a bear who turns out to be a cursed prince. She sees his true form by candlelight and she's not supposed to see him. So he has to go back to where he is being kept a prisoner East of the Sun and West of the Moon. She visits the mother of all the winds and they all tell stories until the North Wind gets her there. She fulfills the tasks and gets her prince.

I've lost that book and it does hurt. I loved it very much.

Вопрос дня: Брак

Использование искреннего общения.
Умение слушать свою вторую половинку.
Создание своих личных семейных традиций.
Проведение времени вдвоем.
Согласование денежных вопросов.
Любовь и уважение друг друга.
Не забывать и не нарушать свой самый важный семейный договор.

Это и есть счастливый брак:) а вот и статья об этом http://shopuslug.ru/stati/semja-i-deti/v-chem-zaklyuchaetsja-sekret-schastlivogo-braka.html

Monster Is Girl

Writer's Block: Happily ever after

What is your favorite childhood fairytale?


...Guess.

But yeah, my love for all things Beauty and The Beast borders on the obscene. I also really love a lot of the more modern (I guess "reclaimed") versions of Little Red Riding Hood like "The Company of Wolves" and similar, though I'm not especially attached to the more general versions. Actually, I should probably say "Angela Carter's version of most things" because fuck yeah.

...Busterella likes all the things where girls bang and/or kill and/or turn into monsters, basically. Freud would probably have something to say about that.
b

Writer's Block: Happily ever after

What is your favorite childhood fairytale?
My favorite childhood fairytale would probably be Beauty and the Beast.  I liked it because:

a.) Belle loved reading and she was not afraid to live with the Beast.
b.) The Beast transformed throughout the movie, from an arrogant prince to humble and unselfish sovereign.

I also liked the moral of the story which was to not judge a book by its cover.
Hai Thar

Writer's Block: Happily ever after

As a kid I got lucky with fairytales, my Mum and Nan loved to read to me so there were always plenty of storys being told. But my favorite has to be Red Riding Hood. I even have vague memorys of being told one of the older, darker and more gory versions of the tale - the one where the wolf (in full granny mode) tricks Red into drinking her grandmothers blood by telling her that its wine.
Actually, looking back at it, thats not really the sort of story you want to tell a kiddie...


Red Riding Hood 2

Вопрос дня: Брак

Счастливых браков не бывает
В СОЮЗЕ счастье можно обрести,
А брак некачественность пораждает.
Лишь в СОЮЗЕ есть гармония любви.

Союз двух половинок
Это вечное вдохновение друг друга.

Что такое счастливый брак?

Вопрос дня: Брак

Что такое счастливый брак?
Когда супруги,прощая недостатки,в силу своих достоинств дополняют друг друга и считают,что врозь они не смогут прожить и самого короткого времени.Впрочем,определение "счастливый брак" всегда неточно,как и "любовь".При разности характеров и темпераментов,счастливы те,кто идёт по жизни как единое целое;чьи сердца и душевные порывы звучат как ноктюрн,как свет свечи,согревающий всех находящихся рядом своим теплом.

Вопрос дня: Брак

Что такое счастливый брак?
На самом деле очень актуальный вопрос.
Сегодня посетила Бернада Перси и поняла, что не знаю ответ на этот вопрос. К примеру, он утверждает, что из их брака можно смело вычеркнуть 7 лет, т.к. она в разъездах... но я представила себе смертельный бой с уехавшим любимым. Точнее с самой собой и тем, что от меня остается когда не стараюсь быть для кого-то красивой, доброй и обаятельной.
Мне кажется, что самое важно в браке это умение слышать друг друга.
Кажется, единственно с чем я согласна согласиться это то, что цели и методы должны быть одни и те же. Ведь если у Вашего Наполеона план стандартен, то и у нас, Барби, он тоже несколько однообразен. Соединив их мы можем получить корпорацию Mattel, а можем на выходе не известно что получить.
Для себя бы вывела формулу идеального брака:
  1. секс строго столько, сколько хочет МЧ
  2. питание строго по расписанию
  3. потакание большим и маленьким прихотям во Имя Добра
  4. умение поддержать больного на температуре 36,9
  5. активное слушание - желательно, хлопая темными ресницами, в эротичном белье, делая массаж ему
Аминь

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Writer's Block: Happily ever after

The little Match Girl, The Little Prince or The Velvetine Rabbit.
Those three stories were ones that I had read to me over and over. Even now, I will read them from time to time. So many times have these been read that the original copies I have of these books are in my special box under my bed and new copies have been purchased for reading.
I had a thing for sad stories as a child, and not a lot has since changed, my favourite kind of movie, show or book being one that can make me cry.
Another story I adored as a child was Alice in Wonderland, however, I do not know if this counts as a fairytale, so I am writing it in as an after thought.
  • shin_07

Writer's Block: I'm not a bully but...

We've all said something mean at some point in our lives. We may not be bullies but we may not always be nice. Write an apology to someone you've hurt in past.
i'm really sorry i was young and naive and stupid... i was pretty egoistic and really aggressive and short tempered back then.. i said something mean... i'm sorry...
u and i together

Writer's Block: Far and away

Describe your dream vacation.
Backing across Europe. I'd want at least a week everywhere with an unlimited supply of money (that was guaranteed not to get stolen) so I could eat anywhere, go anywhere, buy anything I wanted and ship back to my house in the states and see EVERYTHING. Of course I'd have have a cool fun guide that speaks like every language in Europe. Yes. That doesn't seem like too much to ask for does it? ;)

Вопрос дня: Брак

Что такое счастливый брак?
Сейчас понятие "брак" начинает в себе нести огромное множество форм. Фиктивный брак, гостевой брак, брак по любви, некоторые формы сожительства, всеми любимый сейчас брак по залёту - это ВСЁ сейчас называется "Брак". Возникает вопрос "Какой же из этих форм брака самый счастливый, правильный и православный?" Прежде чем ответить на этот волнительный вопрос надо задать себе и партнёру несколько вопросов:
1 - Почему и с какой целью я заключаю этот брак?
2 - Какие ролевые обязательства у меня по отношению к партнёру?
3 - Достаточно ли у нас ресурсов для заключения и поддержания этого брака? Готовы ли мы пойти на эти расходы ради партнёра?

Пожалуй это основные вопросы, которые стоит задать себе и партнёру. Если в ответах нету острых противоречий, то брак может станет довольно уютной и желанной формой взаимодействия с партнёром.
Для ясности приведу пример: На 1 вопрос Вы ответили "Я его люблю, хочу завести семью", а партнёр ответил "Мне она нравится/возбуждает, надоело жить одному, хочу иметь рядом тёплое молодое тело" - Как правило тут возникает сожительство, где женщина ждёт кольца и белого платья от любимого человека, но никак его не дождётся, что рождает у нее различные психологические проблемы. Что уж тут говорить о степени "счастливости" такой связи.  Всё это происходит как раз из-за того, что партнёры не выяснили изначально какую цель будет нести их брак (в данном случае - сожительство).

Отдельно хотелось бы сказать о 2ом вопросе. Некоторым может показаться это странным, но люди далеко не хором вопят о "правильном и неоспоримом" поведении мужа или жены. Некоторые вспомнят устоявшийся патриархальный стереотип о "муже-добыдчике" и "жене-домохозяйке", однако сейчас время сильно изменилось и данная форма семейно-брачных отношений начинает претерпевать сильные изменения, особенно в городах. Каких-то 100 лет назад женщины под влиянием либеральных идей и благодаря урбанизации/индустриализации государств истерично завопили на весь мир о своих правах, не желая больше быть в зависимом положении от мужчины. С тех пор они достигли огромных успехов на поприще защиты своих прав, но эта самая женская независимость родила множество проблем. Как одна из ярких проблем - до сих пор не ясно как правильно строить отношения в семье, где оба партнёра равны между собой. Кто должен принимать решения? Кто обязан зарабатывать деньги на хлеб? Кто должен следить за хозяйством? и тд и тп. Так что стоит учитывать из какой семьи ваш партнёр, какие у него ценности.  Рассчитывать на полное соответствие не стоит, но если вы достаточно близки во взглядах/ценностных ориентациях, то где-то можно пойти и на компромисс.
Тема сама по себе очень сложна и многогранна, сказать о ней и спорить можно очень долго, но на мой взгляд я сказал основное.

Желаю всем быть счастливым в браке.

С Уважением M.D.S.

Вопрос дня: Брак

Что такое счастливый брак?
Брак, бракованный.
БРАКОВАТЬ, -кую, -куешь; ованный; несов. 1. что. Признавать негодным из-за изъяна, брака2 в чем-н. 2. кого-что. Признавать плохим, отвергать (разг.).
(словарь Ожегова).

Writer's Block: Study break

What was/is your favorite class?
I was mostly into anything theoritical (philosophy, literature, history, religion, foreign languages) and art (drawing). I would pick literature because I loved that conversations we had in class as well as the way we analyzed the text & what messages the author was trying to convey and why.

Вопрос дня: Брак

Что такое счастливый брак?
Счастье - это когда тебя понимают.Так было написано в одном из школьных сочинений, в фильме "Доживем до понедельника".
Любые формы счастья - означают, что дело, которому посвящаешь свои усилия - не напрасно, нравится и вызывает понимание.Вот так и брак - если стороны в браке понимают и любят друг друга, если они знают, что их союз носит осмысленный характер, а не потворство временному увлечению,  Любовь, взаимопонимание, одинаковое мирочувствие, идеалы, стремления, желание иметь близкого человека в том, что рядом с тобой - вот непременные аттрибуты счастливого брака.
Как правило, так не бывает.И та, и другая сторона - имеют секреты и свои делишки, о которых не сообщают спутнику своей жизни.С этого и начинается развал отношений. Не надо сходиться с тем, от кого надо иметь секреты...
me

Writer's Block: Far and away

What is your favorite childhood fairytale?

I think my dream vacation would have to be in California. I love California, and mostly my home town of Fillmore. But I always loved Santa Barbara. The sand and sun, plus a cool breeze just feels right. I miss the sun and beach. Though I always loved Santa Barbara. It has so much of the things I love and miss about California. I love to go to the peir and get some taffy, of some seafood. I have many great childhood memories of it. I would love to go back and spend a week there in the sand.

Writer's Block: Share and tell

No. And I've only had livejournal for a while now. I don't believe in online relationships really, because you would never really know what you were getting into. Plus, the person could say some things to you, or stretch the truth. Not all guys are honest, clearly. That's just common sense. And, I'm single right now anyways and really liking it. So, no I haven't met anyone lately, and if I were to, it would be someone from a familiar community within my area, and not just some random stranger off of the internet. Sorry, I just don't believe in online relationships.

Writer's Block: “We built this city on rock and roll”

What are your favorite song lyrics, and why?
Mad World. Forgot the artist, but I love the lyrics :)

"All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces....bright and early for their daily races going nowhere, going nowhere." "Went to school and I was very nervous, no expression....hello teacher tell me what's my lesson; look right through me, she looked right through me." "And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad, these dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had, I find it hard to tell you, and I find it hard to take, when people run in circles it's a very very....mad world."


And that's all I can think of right now, as far as the lyrics go.

Writer's Block: Riddle me this

What is something that just doesn't make sense to you?
Lot's of things out there don't make sense, but since we are only talking about one thing....phew :)

Something that doesn't make sense to me these days at least, is some people believe that sex and models being super skinny is the best thing to be. The modeling agencies anyways these days are just so screwed up. It's like they want to tell you what size you have to be, and if you're not a size 00 then you aren't good enough. I just find it so pointless. People have value and worth, regardless of their size. What really matters is how we feel about ourselves. No one probably tries to be overweight. Like for instance, I have family members who are overweight. They didn't just wake up out of bed one day and be like "Oh, I want to be fat." it doesn't happen like that. Size and weight have nothing to do with the value or worth of someone. There are many people who are overweight, and they are happy, and because of the fact that they have a great personality and are happy, it shows in their face and makes them very attractive. What I'm trying to say about what doesn't make sense to me is that people determine another person's value by the size of their body, and that's just cruel.

Writer's Block: Shhh… Don’t tell

Do you keep your LiveJournal a secret from someone?
Considering the fact that I just created my journal, I really don't have anyone I'd need to keep it a secret from....yet. Maybe later down the road, if there is someone who searches my entries under an unonymous name and then posts a lot of dirty comments, or just a load of stuff that doesn't make sense, then yeah I'll probably want to block that person. But so far, nothing like that has happened, so I am just chill and going with the flow, answering these writer's block thingys. I'm having a pretty good day actually. My allergies haven't acted up yet. So that's quite a relief.

Writer's Block: It’s about to get hairy

Do you like beards, goatees or mustaches? Why or why not?
Beards can be pretty classy if kept well groomed and trimmed up. However, goatees don't work for everyone. I've never really had any experience in the dating field myself, so I don't really know what I would think if I went on a date with someone that had a beard. I guess if he was a really nice guy, someone I could have a great conversation with and get along with, it might work out. That sounds kind of silly, but I've also never really thought about it. Beards are all right, it just depends on the type of guy.
ложар

Вопрос дня: Брак

Что такое счастливый брак?
Лучшего определения,чем в римском каноническом праве,я не встречал:"Брак является божественным установлением,юридическое определение которого представляет немалые трудности")))))))))
kantarou1

Writer's Block: Far and away

Describe your dream vacation.

Around the world, paid for by someone else, all five-star hotels and transit but no flying, ability to change schedule to stay extra days at will in places that I find I want more time to explore, and meeting all my online friends in person who have a desire to meet me.

I think I need to borrow someone's motor yacht.
columbine

Writer's Block: Happily ever after

What is your favorite childhood fairytale?
From childhood, I would have to say 'Beauty and the Beast' - Disney version (which is the first one I knew), and non-Disney. I struggled with self-esteem when I was younger (what girl hasn't wished at some point that she were more beautiful?) so this fairytale really spoke to me.

Even though I still love that story above others, my all-time favourite is probably Hans Christian Andersen's 'The Little Sea-Maid'. It's not really a proper fairytale since it doesn't have a folk tradition, but the innocence, melancholy and tragedy of the mermaid's unrequited love is so moving, not in a melodramatic way, but in a way that speaks to the sadness in all of us.

Writer's Block: Paranormal activity

     My dad worked alot of graveyard shifts while I was growing up. He worked as a prison guard at the Mansfield Penitentary in Ohio (the new one; not the old one where The Shawshank Redemption was filmed).  He'd return home at about six a.m. and he'd warm up whatever my mom had left for him the night before after dinner. After that task was complete, he'd sit down and watch TV for an hour or so before going to bed.
     I was always an early riser, and the morning was the only time I was ever really ever to see my dad, so I'd usually be awake by time he got home from work and I'd eat my cereal and talk with him about school and things that interest a young boy. We had this big rottweiler/boxer mix named Rollie, so every morning we three would plop down to watch the news or cartoons as my dad and I bonded.
     One thing I should mention about my mutt; this dog rarely growled, and almost never barked.  The one time before this incident that he had barked was when someone tried to break into our house.  This dog was the epitomy of "Gentle Giant."  I loved him with the unbridled affection that only a boy can feel for his dog.  He was my protector and my friend, and my dad was my hero.  Those early mornings were hands down some of my most cherished memories.
     Anyway, one morning my dad, Rollie and I were sitting on the couch watching some cartoon as was our habit.  From the top of the stairs we heard heavy footsteps.  Thinking it was just my mom walking downstairs, my dad and I paid it no attention.  Rollie on the other hand, immediately perked his head up and all the hairs on his back went stiff.  My dad and I tensed, the sixth sense long dormant in humans but readily available to animals kicked in, and something just didn't feel right.  Rollies chest began to quiver and he made the sound of a diesel engine set to idle.
     I was just a young boy at this time, and was scared witless.  "Dad..." I whined.
     Dad set his coffee on coffee table and picked up his PR-24 (most civilians think of this as a "Night Stick". It's a stick roughly 24 inches long with another stick protuding near the end that is about 6 inches long.). Dad rose from the couch and he and Rollie moved in unison, some primal form of communication passing between the two of them that echoes back to the cavemen.  "Nik, stay here."  That was all he said to me as he and the dog left the living room and made their way to the stair case in the room adjacent to the living room.
     I sat still for about five seconds, long enough to scare myself into imagining whoever had broken into our house would somehow make it past my 6'4 father and 130pound dog.  I leapt off the couch and ran into the front room.
     My dad stood just beside our front door, the long side of the PR-24 rest easily against his forearm and with it's handle grasped with a white-knuckle grip.  At the base of the stairs stood Rollie, looking to the top of the stair case, chest puffed out in front of him, foam dripping from his upcurled lips, and that God-awful engine idling inside of him.  He was crouched, ready to spring, all the while his engine steadily growing in volume and his lips revealing more and more of his powerful canines.  I followed his gaze and, though I did not have a direct view of the top of the stairs, through the banister I could see the shadow of something on the far wall.  Definitely humanish, but far too broad at the shoulders and hunched over like an ape.
     "Listen up motherfucker!" My dad yelled in the most sinister tone I'd ever heard or have yet to have heard since.  "You touch my family, I will fucking murder you! This is our home, come down stairs right now or else I'll crush your God damn skull in!"
     At this issue of this challenge, Rollie roared.  I mean that in the most literal sense of the word; he sounded like a lion. He sprang from the bottom of the stairs and cleared half of them and like a shot he was at the top.  My dad moved with other-wordly speed and finess and was no more than a split second behind the dog.  I crouched against the wall and started to cry, expecting the worse.
     But nothing happenned.
     I heard my mom yelling at my dad from the top of the stairs, angry with him for having woken her up.  My dad explained that someone was in the house and to gather up all the kids and take them downstairs.  I was still crouched against the wall when she came down with my brothers and sisters.
     Nobody was found, and there wasn't a trace of whoever (or whatever) it had been to be found.  My dad checked every room, closet and nook-and-cranny to no avail.  Rollie followed after him, constantly sniffing the ground, a genuinely confused look on his doggy face.  He was obviously still tense and was jumpy for about a week afterwards, but we never did find who/what had been lurking on the inside of our house. No broken windows, no kicked in doors; whoever/whatever it had been had appeared just as mysteriously as it had disappeared.
     Years later, my Dad and I talked about that morning.  I told him that I remembered seeing the crazy shadow at the top of the staircase, but not the actual person.  He remembered seeing the same thing.  He told me that once he had begun his ascent, there was nothing at the top of the stairs but Rollie, spinning like a top, trying to find the culprit.  The shadow disappeared in the split second it had taken my dad to move from my side to the staircase, and he doesn't know what direction it went. It simply vanished.

      The house we lived in had a reputation for being haunted, and every now and again a door would slam or a light would turn on seemingly by it's own accord, but that was the one time anything truly sinister had happenned.  The prison had to cut it's staff due to lack of funding that spring, and eventually we moved to a smaller house about a mile away from that one.  Nothing crazy ever happenned there again, at least to the best of my knowledge.  Rollie died of parvo about a month before we moved.  Sometimes, in my more imaginative moods or my drunker ones, it's fun to think of his ghost still haunting that house, keeping it's current owners safe from harm.
     He was a good dog.

Writer's Block: Study break

What was/is your favorite class?
  My favorite class at the moment is Biology. Not because I like the subject in particular, but because the environment in that class is really friendly and open. The teacher acts as both your friend and your teacher (but still disciplines when needed). My least favorite class would be Western Civilization because it's extremely tedious and repetitive. 

Writer's Block: I'm not a bully but...

We've all said something mean at some point in our lives. We may not be bullies but we may not always be nice. Write an apology to someone you've hurt in past.
  Isabella,
  You probably don't remember me,  but we went to school together when I was in second grade. We were friends because of our parents and girl scouts. I had another friend, whom I can't remember the name of, she was known for being mean, and I knew you didn't like each other. One day on the playground, she offered me a delicious candy cane- I rarely got candy because my parents were 'health freaks', so I automatically wanted it. Before I could grab it, you came over and asked if I would come with you to play. The mean girl with the candy cane laughed and told me that if I wanted the candy cane, I had to be her friend and not yours. So, with some hesitation, I jumped to the mean girl's side. She gave me the candy cane, and I still remember you rolling your eyes and sighing. Then you walked away.
    We remained friends through fourth grade, but then eventually drifted apart as most friend do. I know this seems like a tiny thing that happened a long time ago, but it still feels good to get it off my chest. It must have hurt to be left for a piece of candy, I'm sorry!
  -Brittany
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